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He
became
aware
that
the
litany
of
star
-
crossed
love
had
wound
down
.
’
Oh
,
’
he
said
,
weakly
.
’
Doesn
’
t
anyone
just
,
you
know
,
just
get
along
any
more
?
’
To
love
is
to
suffer
,
’
said
Ysabell
.
There
’
s
got
to
be
lots
of
dark
passion
.
’
’
Has
there
?
’
’
Absolutely
.
And
anguish
.
’
Ysabell
appeared
to
recall
something
.
’
Did
you
say
something
about
something
flapping
around
loose
?
’
she
said
,
in
the
tight
voice
of
someone
pulling
themselves
together
.
Mort
considered
.
’
No
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
’
m
afraid
I
wasn
’
t
paying
much
attention
.
’
’
It
doesn
’
t
matter
at
all
.
’
